What good is all the money
You could ever imagine
If you sell your soul
And lose all compassion?

I taste the Bitter Root
And when I do
I’m reminded of you
The way you dug your way
Through the soil of my skin
Feeding off my naivete
Feeding off of me.

I see your Rotten Root
And I demand you tell the truth
Release me from your grasp
Your diseased hands of wrath
Tear the flesh that you ensnared
I know the pain, I do not care.

The quiet earth breathes deeply.
Silently, the sky turns dark
Off in the distance
Quickly moving our direction.

The silent earth stands still.
Lightning tears through the sky
Illuminate the darkest corners
The storm is on our doorstep.

Did it feel good,
To take what wasn’t yours?
And you,

Wife,

How did it feel,
To taste the forbidden fruit?

What a wretched soul you are.
As vengeful as the waves
With words that fall like rain
In the heaviest of storms.

Kiss me, love
Like you once did.
Kiss me like the waves
Kiss the sand.

You stole my children
You stole my home
You stole my happiness

It’s all gone.
So please,
Just give me my dreams back.
I beg of you,
Remove your presence
From my mind.